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Been away, I sought bags, they label me with false stamps
I made it work when there was no chance
Ain't a rookie, I got pro bands
Money moving, learn from pops
Shoutouts to my old mans
We don't throw hands
If the nine is close, I keep like four mags
They be beefing on these notepads
No facts, stayin' low-key
I ain't snitchin' on my own wax
Check the stats, I go crazy on the heat map
Gotta run it back, hat on from the 2K20 draft
Wit an indie shawty she be hatin' on my raw raps
But that's her way of romance
Gotta give thanks to all the women in my life
My mama raised me good and my lady treats me right
Never going broke, that shit my kryptonite
Need like three decillions to fill my appetite
Who they think they f*ckin' with
Me?
I'm hopin' I ain't right
If we scrap this morn', we go back tonight
Matchin fits with my stick, so we look alike
If you let em be, they go back to type
I be sick, how they thinkin' they gon' match my shit
I'm goin' wide, Kulusevski on the wing
Full circle, every role is switched
It was dope, then its soul that I had to flip
Bet they felt dumb when it really clicked
Goin' quick, ain't no time to read the script
Aint no actin, I be really lit
Heard you snapped, but that shit a skip
Loose bennies that you had to pick
Flexin' time when I go to lift
I got big bags and even bigger dick
Ain't no tricks in my sleeve, I had a couple bricks
Full circle, every role was gonna switch
Full circle, every role is switched
I'm goin' wide, Kulusevski on the wing
Kulusevski on the wing
I'm goin' wide, Kulusevski on the wing
On the wing